For the director, a song, of David.

The heavens declare the glory of Elohim, and the expanse makes known the work of his hands.

Day to day pours out speech, and night to night reveals knowledge.

There is no speech, nor are there words; their voice is not heard.

Their line has gone out through all the earth, and their words to the end of the world. He set a tent in them for the sun.

And he is like a groom coming out from his canopy; he rejoices like a mighty man to run a race.

From one end of the heavens is his going out, and his circuit to their ends, and nothing is hidden from his warmth.

The instruction of יהוה is perfect, restoring the soul; the testimony of יהוה is faithful, making wise the simple.

The precepts of יהוה are right, rejoicing the heart; the commandment of יהוה is pure, enlightening the eyes.

The fear of יהוה is clean, enduring forever; the judgments of יהוה are true, they are righteous together.

They are more desirable than gold, and than much fine gold, and sweeter than honey and the dripping of honeycomb.

Also your servant is warned by them; in keeping them, there is great reward.

Who can understand errors? From hidden ones, cleanse me.

Also from presumptuous ones, withhold your servant; let them not rule over me. Then I will be whole, and I will be cleansed from great transgression.

Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be pleasing before you, יהוה, my rock and my redeemer.